Today. Was. A. Doozy.
There was nothing special in particular . . . Minion played a lot, slept a little. I think he must be going through a growth spurt because there was a constant sense of underlying fuss really close to his surface. We were just barely fending it off through most of the day.
By eight tonight, I was watching that clock and willing it to leap forward to bottle and bedtime. Which is unfortunate, because bottle time was a distant two and a half hours away.
I had been planning on painting once he went to bed, so that he wouldn’t be exposed to the paint fumes . . . but . . . no. By the time I dealt with the screaming of bottle time and the fighting of night nappy and sleepsack time . . . I came back downstairs and collapsed in front of my screen and could not manage anything more but staring at Netflix.
My lip gloss is within reach . . . but I canNOT will myself to reach for it much less apply it. And my lips are very chapped.
This is the pathetic state I am experiencing, where I cannot even will myself to get up and climb the stairs. Even though upstairs is all pampering. Upstairs is my LAFCO State Room candle on the nightstand . . . the blend of red ginger, aged cognac, and tonka bean is so delicious and soothing.
(I alternate State Room with Media Room (a medicinal/spa-like strong spike lavender) and sometimes Ski House (feu de bois). Downstairs I use Guest Room (Daffodil), Country House (English Ivy), Ranch House (sagebrush, airy, and I imagine a touch of leather), and Farm House (wheat, earth, nutmeg). All LAFCO. I feel I am forgetting something. Oh, the somewhat disappointing Club Room (rare oud wood and sandalwood with a touch of jasmine. It is . . . a bit powdery.). And more on my wish list — Powder Room (duchess peony), Family Room (cortland apple), Den (redwood), Library (sage and walnut) . . . I might have a bit of a candle problem.)
Upstairs is my end of the day ritual. I wash my face and apply alternating Dior and Chanel face cream. I apply a thick coat of Fresh Sugar lip balm that is ever so slightly lemony. I lay on my heating pad. I slather on my Kiehls whipped Creme de Corps. I watch and delete at least one recording from my DVR. I dive into a few chapters of whatever is on top of the big stack of books on the nightstand.
Upstairs is my dreamy Tempurpedic bed with Ergo base. My soft and furry flannel houndstooth sheets. My soft nightgowns and cozy socks.
Upstairs is everything I want at the end of the day.
Upstairs . . . ok, I’ve convinced myself, motivated myself enough to push for the upstairs sanctuary.
Annnnnnnnd . . . GO.